Glitch lyrics

[Intro: OKG Delo & Duvy]
(Run it back, Playboi)
Yeah, yeah
Ten plus twenty with the glitch
Grrt, grrt
Grrrt
(EVRGRN with the heat, yeah)
Katour, katour, katour
Southside sh*t

[Chorus: OKG Delo & Duvy]
Uh, ten plus twenty in the clip, yeah, it's lit, huh
Hop up out that dip with that glitch, it get lit, huh (Grrt)
Katourin' up the spot, better walk with a blick (For real)
Step, huh, slide, huh, catch a opp, he die, huh (Yeah)
Tiptoe, let's go and slide, huh
Won't do fraud dealin', nah
Catch him, homicide (Pack)
Drugs and guns, it's live (Grrt) (Grrrt)
Brodie got a K in the backseat, gunnin'
Real blood, we makin' it bloody
DaMarcus, he hop out, he puttin' it on 'em

[Verse 1: OKG Delo & Duvy]
Makin' it rain, we leavin' it bloody
Taking his chain and all of his money (All of it)
All of this fame, it don't mean that much to mе (Nah)
Half of the gang locked up in custody (Free the gang)
Whеn my phone ring, I know it's the money
Only the twenties, the fifties and hundreds
When we arrive, we f*ck up the function
Opps outside, shots get to bussin', grrrt (B-B-B-Boom)
You dumb (n*gga, you dumb)
Laggin' and trippin' off that lean, n*gga, you dumb
I know all my opps are pussies, n*gga, I won't run from 'em (Nah)
Bro know I'm the one to call, sh*t, I do it all for you
(sh*t, I do it all)
[Bridge: OKG Delo & Duvy]
I risk it all, do it all for my demons (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, you my bro, so we can't eat without you (Yeah, my dawg)
I f*ck with you, you talkin' down, I can't believe it (I can't believe that)
I feel the hate, man, I can't be around you

[Chorus: OKG Delo, Duvy & Numba47]
Uh, ten plus twenty in the clip, yeah, it's lit, huh (That Curry)
Hop up out that dip with that glitch, it get lit, huh (Grrt)
(You'll die)
Katourin' up the spot, better walk with a blick (You better)
Step, huh, slide, huh, catch a opp (Grrrt), he die, huh
(Yeah) (Katour)
Tiptoe, let's go and slide, huh
Won't do fraud dealin', nah
Catch him, homicide
Drugs and guns, it's live (Ride) (Grrrt)
Brodie got a K in the backseat, gunnin'
Real blood, we makin' it bloody (My brodie)
DaMarcus, he hop out, he puttin' it on 'em

[Verse 2: Numba47]
A bunch of y'all n*ggas in that bando
Ain't enough work that a n*gga can't handle (Need more)
n*ggas feelin' RICO when they see the bankroll
When they see the bricks, try me, it's a no-no (Grrrt)
Young n*gga move that dope
Bossed up, n*gga, don't need to do sh*t, nah
Take one look at my wrist, uh, take another look at my b*tch, uh
Diamonds dancin', blindin' attractive b*tches (Bling)
She say I look delicious, super saucy, expensive
I'm still in the trenches (Frontline), respected and still protected
All my youngin's get glizzies, they glizzies got long extensions (30)
Still with the bullsh*t, it all depends what mood I'm in (Yeah)
Don't play with me, my n*gga, I'll find out who you coolin' wit'
(I will)
So many connects, I can't call it quits (I can't)
Way too many bricks, way too many sticks (Katour)
[Chorus: OKG Delo, Duvy & Numba47]
Uh, ten plus twenty in the clip, yeah, it's lit, huh (That Curry)
Hop up out that dip with that glitch, it get lit, huh (Grrt)
(You'll die)
Katourin' up the spot, better walk with a blick (You better)
Step, huh, slide, huh, catch a opp (Grrrt), he die, huh
(Yeah) (Katour)
Tiptoe, let's go and slide, huh
Won't do fraud dealin', nah
Catch him, homicide
Drugs and guns, it's live (Ride) (Grrrt)
Brodie got a K in the backseat, gunnin'
Real blood, we makin' it bloody (My brodie)
DaMarcus, he hop out, he puttin' it on 'em

[Outro: Numba47]
Grrrt, pussies
Leave him in the ditch, hahahahahahahaha
Ahhh, get back gang